Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.